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As soon as we entered, one of the men led us up a staircase without any railings. Looking up, I saw a middle-aged man with a fierce face, sitting with his leg crossed on a chair, and next to him, Ramona, still

unconscious and tied up!

"Ramona!" I hurried towards her.

Her frail body couldn't withstand such rough handling!

But before I could get close, a gun was pressed against my temple as a warning.

"Jack!"

The middle-aged man, who previously seemed uninterested, now looked somewhat apprehensive. He slowly uncrossed his legs and smiled, "What are you doing? Ms. Webster is just worried about her grandma. No need to draw guns."

"Understood."

The gun was withdrawn from my head.

Kane, I felt a chill run down my spine. Despite his smile, his gaze was venomous, instilling

cigar. "Ms. Webster, are

you asked me

to engage in unnecessary talk and got straight

a good question." Kane seemed genuinely entertained. "How about... we exchange

Click-

being cocked. Mark aimed his handgun squarely at Kane, his expression determined and stern,

ash off his cigar, and looked at me. "Ms. Webster, no need to be on edge.

pressed down Mark's gun-bearing hand,

"The will of Ramona."

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someone else, they wouldn't need to inquire about the

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his cigar, and stood up, clapping his hands as he walked towards me, his warning

mine,

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